Sorrow-stricken

  

We went to the visitation of Wayne and Doreen's son last evening.

There are no words for the pain that comes with witnessing Youth in a coffin... 

I will not leave you as orphans; I will come to you.

John 14:18

Ah, who can measure sorrow’s grail

Or who can count the tears that fall

And gather up the utter wail

That has no sound or words at all

And who can hear the prayers that pound

Like surf on rock-bound shores inside

And who can heal the hidden wound

Of hearts broken and gaping wide

And who can undo heartache’s chains

Or calm the sea where mis'ry rolls

Ah, God, our faithful God sustains

And comforts sorrow-stricken souls

© Janet Martin